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Therewas one more obstacle to get through after crossing the lobby.Twosecurity guards roamed all corners of this building, courtesy ofPiyaTrimalchio.Theyworked in shifts, one guard at night and the other in the morning.Theyreceived special permission from the apartment building and were smarter than the night doorman.Theymemorized every resident in the building.Worse, they were given pictures of potential threats to theAmbanis, including me.Thesame men used to monitorPoppy’sdorms.Luckily,Poppylimited security to her living quarters only, andImemorized their routine.Iknew which area would be patrolled this time of the night: the hallway around the elevators.
Takingthe marble spiral stairs two at a time,Ireached the eighth floor without passing anyone.Stairswere safer than elevators, anyway.Therewere no security cameras and fewer chances of running into people.
Poppylived in 8J, the farthest apartment at the end of the hallway.Maintainingdistance from others was an intentional move whenPoppymoved out of her dorm in favor of living alone.Pullingout the copied key,Iturned the lock to her apartment door.Imemorized every rhythm ofPoppy’snightly routine.
Overthe last two years,Poppyforced her body to turn into a machine through sheer control.Therewas dedicated gym time and meditation, training her mind and body to feel things as she pleased.Poppyconsidered sleep a waste of time and only allowed herself five hours a day so she’d have more time to be productive.
I’ddone the same because it was easier to follow her if we were on the same schedule.Aftertwo years of rigorous training, our bodies now operate on cue.Wedidn’t feel the pain of running ten miles every morning.Therewas no exhaustion during our busy days, either.Bestof all, both of us slept like a rock due to sleep deprivation.Themoment our heads hit the pillow, nothing could wake us until five hours had passed.
Generally,I’dalso be sleeping at this time, butImiss her too much onFridays.ThelongestIwent without seeing her was during my workday or when an unfortunate business trip popped up.
Aspredicted, the two-bedroom apartment was dark.Sliversof moonlight seeped through the cracks of the window blinds.Igently closed the door, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting.
Thisapartment reflectedPoppy’staste.Itwas nice, overlookingCentralPark, but not over the top.Upholsteredsofas, tufted armchairs, and a pedestal dining table decorated the space in a minimalistic fashion.
Oncemy eyes adjusted,Ifelt my way to her bedroom.Thedoor was left open, and the faint sound ofPoppybreathing filled the space.Themoonlight cast a glow around her body, letting me make her out on the four-poster bed.Dark, long eyelashes fanned her smooth cheeks, and her tidy, plaited hair was now messy and wild.Throughoutthe day,Poppyfought every instinct to bare her vulnerabilities, but inside this room,Poppywas soft and vulnerable.
AllIwanted was to crawl into the old-fashioned bed with my soft, vulnerable girl and hold her while she slept.Fora torturous number of years, my thoughts revolved around sliding my hands around her waist, touching her smooth skin, running my fingers along her curves, letting go at long last, and gorging on her body.
Nomatter how deeply she slept,Icouldn’t risk giving in to my temptations.Thistiny interaction got me through the worst days.It’dbe snatched away ifPoppyfound me here, andI’dreturn to the miserable nights with nothing to look forward to.
Insteadof touching her,Iwatched her with my hands by my side.Itwas hard to look away even though this was wrong.Itwas wrong to break into her home.Itwas wrong to be in her room while she was unconscious.Everythingabout this was wrong, so why didn’t it feel that way?I’mhooked on her like an addict.Nothingseemed to matter other than being with her and getting my fix.
Asuffocating sense of ownership rushed through me.Poppywas mine, yetIcouldn’t touch her or climb into bed with her.Itwas ridiculous in all senses of the word.Allnight, people asked me whatIwanted for my birthday, a milestone according to many.Theonly thingIwanted was to holdPoppy, and it was the only thingIcouldn’t have.Ihad the world at my disposal, but withoutPoppy,Ihad nothing.
Theneed for her hit me harder than ever before.IfIcouldn’t hold her,Iwould do the next best thing and coat myself in her essence.Decidingto give myself a birthday gift,Istretched out on the uncomfortable bed beside her.
Poppy’sscent, today she smelled like vanilla, wafted into my nostrils.Mycock jumped to attention, pushing painfully against my pants.Thefeeling came on strong and suddenly, tugging at my insides and refusing to leave.Ihad never been so hard for her, nor hadIexperienced this kind of desire for anyone else.Itwas the closest to herI’dallowed myself, andIwas ready to burst from the proximity.Thislust was infinite and never-ending, andIcouldn’t function unlessIacted on this impulse.
Keepinga careful four inches of distance between us,Iopened the button of my jeans and slowly unzipped, sighing with relief when the pressure depleted.Inever pushed the envelope this far, but ifIcouldn’t hold her tonight,I’dat least live out this fantasy.
Iturned my face to her, grabbed my cock, and stroked myself, imagining it wasPoppy’shands wrapped around the base of my shaft or, better yet, her lips wrapped around me.Despitemy best efforts, a groan of pleasure slipped out.Themattress shifted, andIstiffened.Iwaited on bated breath, sure thatIhad been caught.However,Poppymerely shifted to her side.
Myhand moved over my cock in slow strokes once more, precum dripping at the image ofPoppygetting on her knees.Fuuuuck.Mybreathing grew heavy, andIsped up.Imade a fist with my other hand and bit into it asIcame, cum shooting out and drenching me.
Ikept my hand over my mouth until the erratic thudding in my chest simmered down, butIwas hard again within seconds.Ileft a party with hundreds of people waiting for me, press, camera, action, you name it.Yet, this was howIchose to spend my night.Nextto an unconscious seventeen-year-old, coming on her bed to lewd fantasies of her.Itwas a new low.
Inever climbed into her bed or jerked off while she slept.Ialways maintained a sliver of moral.Mythirst for any contact with her was getting violently out of control.Therewas no resuscitating my soul after crossing this last boundary, so what the hell wasIwaiting for?
Itwas time to makePoppymine.
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ChapterTwenty-Four
POPPY
“Whydidyou askMiguelto wait?Itmight be hours before we head out."
"Wemight need the car sooner,"Damonreplied vaguely.Heled me to the elevators, hitting the button for floor forty-eight.
"It'son standby, just in case.”Itwasn’t quite a statement or a question.
Damon'sonly acknowledgment was a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.Theelevator journey was marked by silence, though his eyes were trained on me, andIallowed myself to wonder if the night was salvageable.
AfterMiguelpicked us up,Damonmaintained his glacial expression as he rattled off the address toXtasy, located insideParadiseHotel.Thehostility between us remained untilMigueldropped us off.DamonslippedMiguelsome cash and instructed him to wait in front of the hotel.
Itmade no sense.Limousinesweren’t allowed in the standby area on such a busy night.However,Damonwas in no mood to explain his behavior, shrugging on his black suit jacket to follow the club’s strict dress code.
